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"Tell me about it. But I haven't seen Vic for about a year, so it will be great to catch up."
"Well, have a great time. I just wanted to tell you that since the rest of us were free, we did a pickup game at the gym, but it wasn't the same without you there." When we could, we would go play basketball on Saturdays. Today, I was the only one who couldn't make it.
"Thanks. I wish I could have joined you."
"Well, you probably could have, but Logan told us you were having a bit of a workout on your own." I rolled my eyes. Fucking Logan. But I wouldn't expect anything less, having done the same to each of the guys. We supported each other, and we knew each other inside and out, sometimes better than we knew ourselves.
I had to laugh, though. "You might be right." Hugo hooted and hollered.
"Way to go, Dom. I knew you had it in you. You call me the Italian stallion. You're the Dominator in more ways than one!"
How much longer do I have to listen to this?
I could hear him call out to the other guys. "Hey, nimrods! I've confirmed the Lord of Lust is riding again!" In the background, I could hear the boys, Austin and Seth, cheering for me while Logan was protesting, "I told you!"
He came back to the phone. "But seriously, Dom. I'm happy for you. Everyone deserves some happiness. And mind-blowing sex. And Calla seems like a really nice girl. So, high-fives to you, you bastard."
"Thank you, Hugo." I said in a resigned tone.
"Okay, well, have a great weekend. Hi to Mama, and we will see you back in the office on Tuesday!"
"You bet."
"Ciao." And with that, he hung up.
I drove with a smirk on my face. I don't know what I would do without these bastards. They really kept me grounded and it felt like there was no competition between us. That was the greatest thing. We wanted each other to succeed. Was it because we had no issues financially? I don't know. But likely pulling all-nighters during our college years, to brainstorming solutions for our patients, to consoling each other when things went wrong (which they didn't often), brought us closer together. Now that we were all in our mid-30s, we needed to, well–I chuckled–get rid of Floppy Dick and settle down. Honestly, I wanted that for all the guys. I wanted it for myself. I just wasn't sure about it all.
I reminisced. It's been a long while since I've been in a relationship. A fucking long while. Maybe I'm just expecting too much. Maybe I just need to enjoy it.
But that's not the Dominator's style. No, knowing how things are going to unfold and making the steps to make sure they unfold a certain way is my style.
Shit.
I couldn't see my way around it, so I decided to lose myself in a podcast. Medical Nomads was my current favorite. It inspired me to dream more about the F2 Foundation and what we could do with it. So, I put it on, sank back in my seat, and just turned off my brain.
After two hours of being on the road, I was starting to see signs of New London approaching. A smaller center on the Connecticut coast, it held a charm from years past. It was an important port in the old days, as well as being a whaling and sealing center. Life was different now. All of these relics from the past were now tourist attractions, but the biggest one was the beach. I could see why my mom loved this city. Quiet, quaint, perfect for her retirement. As I neared the city, I realized I was really looking forward to seeing her again.
As I turned off the interstate and on the city streets, I felt thrown back in time. The architecture was amazing and really brought the past to the present. Churches in their tall grandeur, houses with large porches and flag poles.
Mom bought into a triplex, but it had an amazing view. The grey stones on the facade were striking and didn't really match the surrounding houses, which were made predominantly of wood. I offered to buy something more spacious for her, but she insisted that she loved this location overlooking the water. Her third floor apartment did give her a great view. She also insisted that living on the third floor kept her fit. Functional fitness, she called it. Carrying groceries up and down those stairs was indeed great exercise. Now that Mom was turning 75, I wondered how long she would have that opinion. Doesn't matter. I was happy if she was happy.
I pulled up to her house, grabbed my overnight bag, walked up to the door, and pressed the doorbell. I heard some steps, more energetic than I would think would come from my mom.
"Dom!" Vic cried out.
"Vic?" I stuttered at her appearance. She wasn't the Vic I remembered. She had the same black hair I had, but she had cut it short and spiky. She was wearing a black T-shirt and I could see she had tattooed a sleeve on her right arm. WTF?
"Hey, big bro. I forgot to tell you. I went through a transformation."
Vic was what I would call conservative when I last saw her. Sure, it's been a year, but how can a person have this kind of transformation when I had no clue?
"Uh… yeah, you have." I tried not to stare, but it was hard not to. The silver ring in her nose was another addition.
"Well, don't just stand there with your mouth open, give me a hug!" she cried, as she pulled me into a big hug.
I dropped my bag and relaxed into her hug. Closing my eyes, I realized that no matter what she looked like, she was still my sister. Looks like we are going to have some great conversations this weekend.
"What did mom say to your change in appearance?" I asked as we broke our hug.
